Does man know how to ponder on their existence?
Perhaps the jaded man cannot tell the difference between a word from a painting, yet does not venture to know their true binding.

Men, in general, retain their tendency to always keep on their feet.
Always doing something, whether its towards their benefit or deterioration.
A moment does not exist in their lives if it is not productive, as the time for being childish is over, for the purpose of harvesting the fruits of imagination and thought is extinguished when the inevitable peak is reached.

How is it that, being human, a single woman with four kids, though in a state of repentance, can feel neglected and alone in the world while the lonely man who talks about being lonely is always around company?

Is existence living... or is it simply breathing, eating, working, and dying?
Life is too precious to throw it away, but is is not the perpetual cycle that keeps it precious?

Ponder this, my friends, that the world cannot hold its own weight. That the man and woman who part their view are indeed not the followers.
Seek your wind and dance among the flowers who who do not question your humanity, but rather question your lack of understanding.